User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-26024035-20160424193401/@comment-1298206-20160426181321

''There was no need to be stealthy now. Their pursuers knew where they were. Abigail looked to Dunnigan, here eyes wide.'' "Run!" Knowing that fighting them would lead to even more casualties and possibly a few creatures being captured, Abigail bolted through the tall grass, away from the direction of the sound of rustling grass from Jhoza and his soldiers.